Week 1 of NaDraWriMo
I figure it's better to collect these in 4 posts instead of 30-we'll see how it goes. The plan is that these will all be Torchwood (unless specifically noted otherwise), and I'm going to try to keep them all to some sort of internal continuity. Which means they'll probably be set somewhere in season 1-ish.
I do rather enjoy making up my own rules to my own game. :)
Day 1
(100 words, and thank you, wikipedia)
"Oh, anything exciting?” Gwen peered into the box Ianto had lugged up from the archives.
"Jack has me digging up everything we had regarding the Doctor. And these three," Ianto pulled them out of the box, "are tagged as his."
"Straw hats? Torchwood's deadliest foe wore a straw hat?"
“A Panama hat, specifically. We've got pictures of him in this one." Ianto plopped the hat with a reddish band on Gwen’s head. “Looks like he was having a holiday in Brighton.”
"What’s that pinned to his jacket? Celery?"
“The back of the photo says it’s a Praxian detector.” Ianto shrugged.
Day 2
“Something’s strange about this.” Jack stopped what he was doing, and stared past Ianto’s shoulder thoughtfully.
“Aside from the fact that I’m half naked and you’re ignoring me?”
“It’s the plants!”
“They’ve never bothered you before. You seemed to appreciate the Fellaxian aphrodisiac orchid.”
“Yeah.” Jack smirked. “You wouldn’t believe the parties they throw with that stuff . . . they’re wilting.”
“So am I,” Ianto said, yanking his undershirt back on.
“You didn’t . . . no, Owen waters the plants now, doesn’t he? Where is he?”
“And now you’ve brought up Owen. I’ll be in the archives. Fully clothed.”
Day 3
“Jack?” Gwen called. “I’ve just got a call from Andy, says he’s got something spooky for us.”
“Like what? Alien robots terrorizing little old ladies in Swansea?”
“Actually, yes. Apparently a jet came in through the pet door, transformed into a robot, and stole her grandmother’s candlesticks. She’s quite distraught.”
“A jet came in through the doggie door?”
“She thought it was one of her grandson’s toys.”
“Until it swiped her silver?”
“Well, then it announced ‘Victory at all costs!’ and shot laser beams at her head.”
“Is it still in her drawing room?”
“Ah….no. Her Shi Tzu’s eaten it.”
Day 4
“The problem is that Earth sends all these TV signals out into space,” Jack said, as the team climbed out of the SUV. “cereal commercials, holiday parades, religious programming . . .” he shrugged. “You never know how other civilizations are going to take it.”
“Well, they got the religious part down. That’s certainly a cathedral.” Gwen said. The Gothic structure had sprung up, apparently over night, in a local farmer’s field. Although his children loved it, his sheep were absolutely terrified.
“And a very nice cathedral,” agreed Owen, “combing prayer and a sugar rush in one easy package.”
“Where do you suppose they found all those Cocoa Puffs, though?” asked Gwen, as strains of “The Liberty Bell” poured from the windows.
“And what will they do when it rains?” Gwen asked, peering through a window. The cathedral was surprisingly bare on the inside, except for a large statue in front of an altar. The statue seemed to depict an elephant contemplating a stick with a tiny puff of cotton candy at one end of it. “Hello?” she called, but heard no answer.
“Gwen?” Ianto pointed at the inscription over the door.
“ ’Come all rejoice, You’ve seen your monarch dine.’ What does that mean? Are they going to eat their church?”
“I think it means we should leave, and hope our next hard rain takes care of the problem.”
“And if it doesn’t?”asked Gwen, already following Ianto back to the SUV.
“We can always return with milk and spoons.”
250 words, prompt was "John Phillip Sousa, Horton Hears a A Who, a Gothic cathedral made entirely of Cocoa Puffs"
Day 5
Day 6
Owen looked up as Tosh came into his lab, carrying something wrapped in her jacket.
“It just ran out in front of me! I didn’t even have time to stop!” she said, sniffling. Owen took the bundle from her and unwrapped it to reveal a green furry creature with very long ears. It was dressed in a waistcoat, and a watch fob dangled out of one of its pockets.
“It looks a bit like a Lagomorphian,” Tosh said. “Poor thing. They’re so cute. I’ve never seen a green one before, though. . . If he’d just waited two seconds! I was the only car on the road.”
Owen set the alien down, and hugged Tosh. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for the rabbit, but these things happen. At least you didn’t try to swerve-that’s how accidents happen.”
Tosh glared at him, tears in her eyes, and then looked back at the Lagomorphian. “Owen?” she said, pointing at it.
One of the Lagomorphian’s ears twitched, and as they looked on, it sat up and hopped off the autopsy table. It looked at its pocket watch, exclaimed “Oh, no!” and disappeared in a chartreuse poof.
“He must be running late,” said Owen, bemused.
(Double drabble. Unprompted)
Day 7
“Knock, knock!”said Jack, letting himself into Ianto’s flat. “Anybody home? I brought dinner.”
“In the bedroom, Jack,” called Ianto.
“Are we skipping straight to desert?” laughed Jack, setting down the take-out bag before making a beeline to the back of the flat. Ianto was lying on the floor, his head and shoulders almost completely under the bed.
“I’m trying to get Moses to come out. I don’t think he’s eaten today.”
“He’s under the bed? I’m surprised that fat cat can fit under there. Is he sick?” asked Jack.
“Sort of. He’s under there nursing his new litter of kittens.”
I do rather enjoy making up my own rules to my own game. :)
Day 1
(100 words, and thank you, wikipedia)
"Oh, anything exciting?” Gwen peered into the box Ianto had lugged up from the archives.
"Jack has me digging up everything we had regarding the Doctor. And these three," Ianto pulled them out of the box, "are tagged as his."
"Straw hats? Torchwood's deadliest foe wore a straw hat?"
“A Panama hat, specifically. We've got pictures of him in this one." Ianto plopped the hat with a reddish band on Gwen’s head. “Looks like he was having a holiday in Brighton.”
"What’s that pinned to his jacket? Celery?"
“The back of the photo says it’s a Praxian detector.” Ianto shrugged.
Day 2
“Something’s strange about this.” Jack stopped what he was doing, and stared past Ianto’s shoulder thoughtfully.
“Aside from the fact that I’m half naked and you’re ignoring me?”
“It’s the plants!”
“They’ve never bothered you before. You seemed to appreciate the Fellaxian aphrodisiac orchid.”
“Yeah.” Jack smirked. “You wouldn’t believe the parties they throw with that stuff . . . they’re wilting.”
“So am I,” Ianto said, yanking his undershirt back on.
“You didn’t . . . no, Owen waters the plants now, doesn’t he? Where is he?”
“And now you’ve brought up Owen. I’ll be in the archives. Fully clothed.”
Day 3
“Jack?” Gwen called. “I’ve just got a call from Andy, says he’s got something spooky for us.”
“Like what? Alien robots terrorizing little old ladies in Swansea?”
“Actually, yes. Apparently a jet came in through the pet door, transformed into a robot, and stole her grandmother’s candlesticks. She’s quite distraught.”
“A jet came in through the doggie door?”
“She thought it was one of her grandson’s toys.”
“Until it swiped her silver?”
“Well, then it announced ‘Victory at all costs!’ and shot laser beams at her head.”
“Is it still in her drawing room?”
“Ah….no. Her Shi Tzu’s eaten it.”
Day 4
“The problem is that Earth sends all these TV signals out into space,” Jack said, as the team climbed out of the SUV. “cereal commercials, holiday parades, religious programming . . .” he shrugged. “You never know how other civilizations are going to take it.”
“Well, they got the religious part down. That’s certainly a cathedral.” Gwen said. The Gothic structure had sprung up, apparently over night, in a local farmer’s field. Although his children loved it, his sheep were absolutely terrified.
“And a very nice cathedral,” agreed Owen, “combing prayer and a sugar rush in one easy package.”
“Where do you suppose they found all those Cocoa Puffs, though?” asked Gwen, as strains of “The Liberty Bell” poured from the windows.
“And what will they do when it rains?” Gwen asked, peering through a window. The cathedral was surprisingly bare on the inside, except for a large statue in front of an altar. The statue seemed to depict an elephant contemplating a stick with a tiny puff of cotton candy at one end of it. “Hello?” she called, but heard no answer.
“Gwen?” Ianto pointed at the inscription over the door.
“ ’Come all rejoice, You’ve seen your monarch dine.’ What does that mean? Are they going to eat their church?”
“I think it means we should leave, and hope our next hard rain takes care of the problem.”
“And if it doesn’t?”asked Gwen, already following Ianto back to the SUV.
“We can always return with milk and spoons.”
250 words, prompt was "John Phillip Sousa, Horton Hears a A Who, a Gothic cathedral made entirely of Cocoa Puffs"
Day 5
Day 6
Owen looked up as Tosh came into his lab, carrying something wrapped in her jacket.
“It just ran out in front of me! I didn’t even have time to stop!” she said, sniffling. Owen took the bundle from her and unwrapped it to reveal a green furry creature with very long ears. It was dressed in a waistcoat, and a watch fob dangled out of one of its pockets.
“It looks a bit like a Lagomorphian,” Tosh said. “Poor thing. They’re so cute. I’ve never seen a green one before, though. . . If he’d just waited two seconds! I was the only car on the road.”
Owen set the alien down, and hugged Tosh. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for the rabbit, but these things happen. At least you didn’t try to swerve-that’s how accidents happen.”
Tosh glared at him, tears in her eyes, and then looked back at the Lagomorphian. “Owen?” she said, pointing at it.
One of the Lagomorphian’s ears twitched, and as they looked on, it sat up and hopped off the autopsy table. It looked at its pocket watch, exclaimed “Oh, no!” and disappeared in a chartreuse poof.
“He must be running late,” said Owen, bemused.
(Double drabble. Unprompted)
Day 7
“Knock, knock!”said Jack, letting himself into Ianto’s flat. “Anybody home? I brought dinner.”
“In the bedroom, Jack,” called Ianto.
“Are we skipping straight to desert?” laughed Jack, setting down the take-out bag before making a beeline to the back of the flat. Ianto was lying on the floor, his head and shoulders almost completely under the bed.
“I’m trying to get Moses to come out. I don’t think he’s eaten today.”
“He’s under the bed? I’m surprised that fat cat can fit under there. Is he sick?” asked Jack.
“Sort of. He’s under there nursing his new litter of kittens.”